Ode to Spurge
Oh spurge you are the perfect weed,
You make me feel that I'll succeed
in ridding you out of my yard
but you are, in fact, extremely hard.
You pop up in the dirt and lawn
and don't need any water drawn.
I pull and pull and hoe away
and you come back the very next day!
You hide the ants under your flowers
that ooze with sticky milky powers.
But just at OSH today I spied
a postemergent while passing by.
I'll have to give that drink a shot
When it is not so dreadfully hot!